I'm reading a book right now called Stepping Heavenward by Elizabeth Prentiss, and I'd like to share a snippet of it with you, dear reader, that I found idyllic but inspiring.
"Aunty has six children of her own, and has adopted two. She says she always meant to imitate the old woman who lived in a shoe. She reminds me of mother, and yet she is very different; full of fun and energy; flying about the house as on wings, with a kind, bright word for everybody. All her household affairs go on like clock-work; the children are always nicely dressed; nobody ever seems out of humor; nobody is ever sick. Aunty is the central object around which everybody revolves; you can't forget her a moment, for she is always doing something for you, and then her unflagging good humor and cheerfulness keep you good-humored and cheerful. I don't wonder that Uncle Alfred loves her so.
I hope I shall have just such a home... I would like to be just such a bright, loving wife as Aunty is; to have my husband lean on me as Uncle leans on her; to have just as many children, and to train them as wisely and kindly as she does hers. I have delightful talks with Aunty, who sets me right at this point and at that; and it is beautiful to watch her home-life and see with what sweet unconsciousness she carries her religion into every detail of life."